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ment。 He had thus an excellent view of what was going ona view which he improved the next instant by climbing up and kneeling on the rail。
There was a man in the water； a man whose upper section； the only one visible； was clad in a blue jersey。 He wore a Derby hat； and from time to time as he battled with the waves； he would put up a hand and adjust this more firmly on his head。 A dressy swimmer。
Scarcely had he taken in this spectacle when Marlowe became aware of the girl he had met on the dock。 She was standing a few feet away leaning out over the rail with wide eyes and parted lips。 Like everybody else she was staring into the water。
As Sam looked at her the thought crossed his mind that here was a wonderful chance of making the most tremendous impression on this girl。 What would she not think of a man who； reckless of his own safety； dived in and went boldly to the rescue？ And there were men； no doubt； who would be chumps enough to do it； he thought； as he prepared to shift back to a position of greater safety。
At this moment； the fat man in the tweed cap； incensed at having been jostled out of the front row； made his charge。 He had but been crouching； the better to spring。 Now he sprang。 His full weight took Sam squarely in the spine。 There was an instant in which that young man hung； as it were； between sea and sky； then he shot down over the rail to join the man in the blue jersey； who had just discovered that his hat was not on straight and had paused to adjust it once more with a few skilful touches of the finger。
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In the brief interval of time which Marlowe had spent in the state…room； chatting with Eustace about the latter's bruised soul； some rather curious things had been happening above。 Not extraordinary； perhaps； but curious。 These must now be related。 A story； if it is to grip the reader； should； I am aware； go always forward。 It should march。 It should leap from crag to crag like the chamois of the Alps。 If there is one thing I hate； it is a novel which gets you interested in the hero in chapter one and then cuts back in chapter two to tell you all about his grandfather。 Nevertheless； at this point we must go back a space。 We must return to the moment when； having deposited her Pekinese dog in her state…room； the girl with the red hair came out again on deck。 This happened just about the time when Eustace Hignett was beginning his narrative。
By now the bustle which precedes the departure of an ocean liner was at its height。 Hoarse voices were crying； 〃All for the shore！〃 The gangway was thronged with friends of passengers returning to land。 The crowd on the pier waved flags and handkerchiefs and shouted unintelligibly。 Members of the crew stood alertly by the gang…plank ready to draw it in as soon as the last seer…off had crossed it。
The girl went to the rail and gazed earnestly at the shore。 There was an anxious expression on her face。 She had the air of one who was waiting for someone to appear。 Her demeanour was that of Mariana at the Moated Grange。 〃He eth not！〃 she seemed to be saying。 She glanced at her wrist…watch； then scanned the dock once more。
There was a rattle as the gang…plank moved inboard and was deposited on the deck。 The girl uttered a little cry of dismay。 Then suddenly her face brightened and she began to wave her arm to attract the attention of an elderly man with a red face made redder by exertion； who had just forced his way to the edge of the dock and was peering up at the passenger…lined rail。
The boat had now begun to move slowly out of its slip； backing into the river。 Ropes had been cast off； and an ever widening strip of water appeared between the vessel and the shore。 It was now that the man on the dock sighted the girl。 She gesticulated at him。 He gesticulated at her。 She appeared helpless and baffled； but he showed himself a person of resource of the stuff of which great generals are made。 Foch is just like that； a bird at changing pre…conceived plans to suit the exigencies of the moment。
The man on the dock took from his pocket a pleasantly rotund wad of currency bills。 He produced a handkerchief； swiftly tied up the bills in it； backed to give himself room； and then； with all the strength of his arm； he hurled the bills in the direction of the deck。 The action was greeted by cheers from a warm…hearted populace。 Your New York crowd loves a liberal provider。
One says that the man hurled the bills in the direction of the deck； and that was exactly what he did。 But the years had robbed his pitching…arm of the limber strength which； forty summers back； had made him the terror of opposing boys' baseball teams。 He still retained a fair control but he lacked steam。 The handkerchief with its precious contents shot in a graceful arc towards the deck； fell short by a good six feet and dropped into the water； where it unfolded like a lily； sending twenty…dollar bills； ten…dollar bills； five…dollar bills； and an assortment of ones floating over the wavelets。 The cheers of the citizenry changed to cries of horror。 The girl uttered a plaintive shriek。 The boat moved on。
It was at this moment that Mr。 Oscar Swenson； one of the thriftiest souls who ever came out of Sweden； perceived that the chance of a lifetime had arrived for adding substantially to his little savings。 By profession he was one of those men who eke out a precarious livelihood by rowing dreamily about the waterfront in skiffs。 He was doing so now： and； as he sat meditatively in his skiff； having done his best to give the liner a good send…off by paddling round her in circles； the pleading face of a twenty…dollar bill peered up at him。 Mr。 Swenson was not the man to resist the appeal。 He uttered a sharp bark of ecstasy； pressed his Derby hat firmly upon his brow and dived in。 A moment later he had risen to the surface and was gathering up money with both hands。
He was still busy with this congenial task when a tremendous splash at his side sent him under again； and； rising for a second time； he observed with not a little chagrin that he had been joined by a young man in a blue flannel suit with an invisible stripe。
〃Svensk！〃 exclaimed Mr。 Swenson； or whatever it is that natives of Sweden exclaim in moments of justifiable annoyance。 He resented the advent of this newer。 He had been getting along fine and had had the situation well in hand。 To him Sam Marlowe represented petition； and Mr。 Swenson desired no petitors in his treasure…seeking enterprise。 He travels； thought Mr。 Swenson； the fastest who travels alone。
Sam Marlowe had a touch of the philosopher in him。 He had the ability to adapt himself to circumstances。 It had been no part of his plans to e whizzing down off the rail into this singularly soup…like water which tasted in equal parts of oil and dead rats； but； now that he was here he was prepared to make the best of the situation。 Swimming； it happened； was one of the things he did best； and somewhere among his belongings at home was a tarnished pewter cup which he had won at school in the 〃Saving Life〃 petition。 He knew exactly what to do。 You get behind the victim and grab him firmly under his arms； and then you start swimming on your back。 A moment later the astonished Mr。 Swenson； who； being practically amphibious； had not anticipated that anyone would have the cool impertinence to try and save him from drowning； found himself seized from behind and towed vigorously away from a ten…dollar bill which he had almost succeeded in grasping。 The spiritual agony caused by this assault rendered him mercifully dumb； though； even had he contrived to utter the rich Swedish oaths which occurred to him； his remarks could scarcely have been heard； for the crowd on the dock was cheering as one man。 They had often paid good money to see far less gripping sights in the movies。 They roared applause。 The liner； meanwhile； continued to move stodgily out into mid…river。
The only drawback to these life…saving petitions at school； considered from the standpoint of fitting the petitors for the problems of after…life； is that the object saved on such occasions is a leather dummy； and of all things in this world a leather dummy is perhaps the most placid and phlegmatic。 It differs in many respects from an emotional Swedish gentleman； six foot high and constructed throughout of steel and india rubber； who is being lugged away from cash which he has been regarding in the light of a legacy。 Indeed； it would not be hard to find a respect in which it does not differ。 So far from lying inert in Sam's arms and allowing himself to be saved in a quiet and orderly manner； Mr。 Swenson betrayed all the symptoms of one who feels that he has fallen among murderers。 Mr。 Swenson； much as he disliked petition； was ready to put up with it； provided that it was fair petition。 This pulling your rival away from the loot so that you could grab it yourselfthus shockingly had the man misinterpreted Sam's motiveswas another thing altogether and his stout soul would have none of it。 He began immediately to struggle with all the violence at his disposal。 His large； hairy hands came out of the water and swung hopefully in the direction where he assumed his assailant's face to be。
Sam was